Stream of Consciousness

I’m totally copying McMama in her post today, but there are so many random things to push together that this seemed to be the most appropriate. I’ve been sewing, sewing, sewing. Honestly, I never thought I’d believe I’d say this but I think I need a break from sewing. (For lunch that is…) Elias is a goof. He cracks me up all. day. long. I really really need to remember to put Frontline on Lena tonight before we go to bed.

Tomorrow is the woman’s expo type thing at the mall, so I’m getting all of my Nerdy Gerdy stuff ready for a booth. Putting price tags on, printing off information sheets, etc. I’m giving a presentation on cloth diapers at 2pm, and I’m actually not nervous at all. Those who know me know I could talk about cloth diapers forever. That’s why I’m a nerd. I am trying to get too much done, product-wise for tomorrow, which I should slow down on. I really don’t need anything else.

(baaaad picture. They really are cute. I totally think that my first profits from the store should go to getting a Canon Rebel or the Nikkon equivalent. I really want a nice camera!)
I got some big orders through my store recently, and it has been keeping me busy, and will continue to do so through most of May. This makes me happy and not stressed at all because I don’t think I’ve overbooked myself in this area, and so far things are going according to plan…with a few hiccups here and there. About all of my orders have been for a one-sized diaper, but I actually don’t have any individually listed in the store, so that’s a project I’ve been working on too. If none of them sell at the show at the mall, then I’ll have a few to put in there next month. But then there’s the garden.

It needs to be planted, and soon. I’m thinking this weekend maybe, but I haven’t checked the weather yet. About half my seeds did well, and so I’m fairly disappointed, and I think that I may not start seeds next year as it’s not turning out to be the money saver I had hoped for 2 years running. Knut thinks that at this rate I may never be a farmer. The weather has been so nice for gardening, so it should be fun.

The busy-ness has not been good for my ever-degenerating house, so I’ve had to come down harder on the kids to pick up their toys, their books, their clothes, etc. Silje’s been helping me with the dishes more too, as Knut is working most evenings. She loves that time. Lena’s been “helping” by chewing every toy that gets left out lately, so that’s been some incentive for the kids to keep their stuff picked up. It’s gotten a rid of a few toys in our house too, so that’s not so bad either. I really should be more mad at her. I just found her chew toy in the garage that I thought was lost, and Knut thought he put away, so hopefully she’ll stop chewing the kids toys now.

Knut came home for lunch, and the truck he drove home was really loud. Either that or I’m not used to having my windows open yet. Elias is REALLY into Knut lately. He drops everything and screams “Dada” and gets to Knut through the fastest means possible every time he hears Knut get home. I mean, the other kids love Knut too, but the reaction from Elias has been quite humorous. This is the first planting season that he’s probably remembered, and I remember each of our kids at this age, and even the year after, having an especially tough time with Knut gone so much. I think Silje and David get it more.

Silje’s birthday is around the corner, and she really wants a sleepover party, and I’m fine with a bunch of little girls sleeping over. However, I’m not sure how to go about it as some of the girls she wants to invite are from school and I don’t know their parents (well, at least one of the girls’ parents). Plus after talking it over with some moms, I found that some but not all of them feel that their girls’ are old enough for a sleepover, or they’re just not ready for something like that. I’ve tried explaining that to Silje, and she’s just not understanding. She so extremely into her friends that she can’t possibly imagine not wanting to sleep over at one of their houses. She keeps trying to say it’s going to be a surprise party, but I told her that if I told her it was a surprise party, than it wouldn’t be a surprise. She doesn’t get that either, and continues to plan for this party with quite a lot of passion. According to her, I’m sewing her and all of her friends matching pajamas for the sleepover that she knows nothing about.